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biv - charchoal lyrics

[verse 1: scissorhand]
so f+cking paranoid, i sit back wait for my heart to explode
f+cking weak that i can’t bring myself to rest in my own home
i got issues that i’m dealing with so let me be alone
take a polaroid of all my fears, pin it to my dome
nothing left, drained all the blood that i’ve bled
i’m blind, only colour that i see is red
i’m ashamed of the skin that i’ve shed
i dine, only thing that i taste is led
insomnia got me picking at my flesh
and my paranoia got me in a f+cking mess
i’ma let loose in a mess
i’ma let loose cuz i feel death prowl
i hit up homie like “yo biv let’s makе them f+cking scream”
scizzy and mercy thе hardest, the underground has seen
sh+t got me dizzy, get gritty my aura coloured green
schoolboy q in this b+tch, banking those collard greens
sick of all of you leeches, scene is in pieces, i gotta fix this sh+t
i am all of your weakness, you are just schemas, you cannot trick me b+tch
think that you got potential, driving all of those f+cking rentals boy
you gotta weak mental, all you trap boys, think you metal
[verse 2: biv]
wig split, finna put that b+tch up on my hit list
dip sh+t, told me i was nothing so i p+ssed it
off with my wrist slit, coughin up my b+tch fit
miss this, couldn’t find they lane so i picked it
f+ck a budget, b+tch i’m showing up with something
i can tell that i mean nothing, yuh
f+ck a budget, b+tch i’m showing up with something
why you caught up all the sudden?
f+ck, what they sayin, i got times a wastin
you ain’t never save him, boy don’t test my patience
only in your statements, who the f+ck you playin?
how you finna make it? b+tch don’t keep me waitin

[chorus: biv & scissorhand]
f+cked up
you ain’t tryna see me when i’m f+cked up
f+cked up
you ain’t tryna see me when i’m f+cked up

[verse 3: biv]
put a rack in homie’s hand, just because i can
still ain’t good enough for man, get more than i plan
smoke a couple packs and think they livin off the land
home of the free, caskets for the broke and d+mned
i’m better off workin nights
not the vulture type, but still the one to earn my stripes
tryna get my money right, put fam in better light
then eat a 30 clip and call this sh+t a life
[chorus: biv & scissorhand]
f+cked up, f+cked up, f+cked up
f+cked up, f+cked up, f+cked up
f+cked up, f+cked up, f+cked up
f+cked up, f+cked
you ain’t tryna see me when i’m
f+cked up, f+cked up, f+cked up
f+cked up, f+cked up, f+cked up
f+cked up, f+cked up, f+cked up
f+cked up, f+cked up, f+cked up

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